Chapter 11
It was the whisper of voices that woke me some hours later, the quiet susurration of his and hers tenors and altos. Stretching my arms above my head, I opened my eyes and looked around warily. I was still on the couch in the apartment, piles of towels and clothes on the floor nearby, books stacked up on the coffee table.
I got up, following the sound of the voices to a bedroom. Jules, Reenah and Gawen were all sitting together on a bed, heads bent close together as they talked in low voices.
“Jules!” I cried out happily, launching myself at her.
“Ana!” Jules jumped up, enveloping me in one of her Amazonian hugs. “It’s so great to see you, wow!”
“We’ve been filling her in on what’s going on,” Reenah volunteered.
“I had no idea things were so bad,” Jules said, detangling her
